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The Summer had gone far too quickly for her liking. She felt as though it were only yesterday she had said teary goodbyes to the people who had been her school friends for the past five years as they moved onto pastures new. She knew she would undoubtedly see most of them again, as most of them hung out down the local night club and were only going to colleges in the next town over, but she couldn’t help feeling that it was as if she were leaving a life behind. One that had held so many memories, mostly good, but some, well… not so good. She had passed all of her exams far better than she had expected. She had gotten A grades in subjects she had really struggled with, and B grades in subjects she had been told she should give up as there was no way she would be able to pass them when exam time came. Well she sure proved them wrong.

Buffy was going to be attending the College at the same high school she had been at, and was over the moon that her two best friends had made the same decision as well. Buffy had known Xander and Willow for five years, and they had been best friends ever since. Totally inseparable and always looking out for each other.
Now Buffy was sitting in her garden, attempting to read the books she had been set for next year. From the college had come a letter from the English department, stating that the books on the list should be bought and read by the time she returned to College in September. So as the evening sun was low in the sky she attempted again to read the second chapter of ‘Return of the Native’ a tragic love story about courtship, marriage and love and all that old crap. It was so not the sort of reading Buffy liked. She preferred the stories where women were not governed by men, were not treated as inferiors, but rose above the men and were strong, domineering and kicked a whole lotta ass.

As Buffy read over the same paragraph for what had to have been the seventh time in the past half hour she heard a large van pull up outside the house next door. It had been for sale for about four months and Buffy had been away when it had been sold. When she arrived home after visiting her father in Wales, her mother had only said that the estate agent told her that a Mr. Giles and his son would be the occupants.

As the van pulled to a stop Buffy pulled herself away from the tragic love triangles in the novel, which was, lets face it, not that hard, she saw two burly removal men hop out of the truck and walk to the back. Next a red sports car pulled into the driveway and a man with greying hair and glasses and not a lot older than her mother, got out of the drivers seat. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, returned to his car and proceeded to remove boxes from the boot and into the house.
Buffy was just about to get up and go into the house to tell her mum that the new neighbours had arrived, when another car pulled up outside the house. It was a black, shiny Desoto and when the ignition was turned off she saw the drivers door open and out of it stepped the most gorgeous, handsome and muscular guy she had ever seen. He had platinum blonde hair, black sunglasses, was dressed from head to toe in black and Buffy felt as if her heart rate had sped up about a trillion times. She was sure the whole neighbourhood could hear it. As he went to the back door and opened it he bent down to retrieve some boxes off the floor, and Buffy had to sit down again to keep herself from passing out. My god that man had one fine ass! She ran inside the house like a bullet out of a gun and shot straight up to her bedroom. If she was going over to help the sex god move in, it was important to make a good impression. She ran a brush hurriedly through her hair and took a delicate butterfly clip and pinned the sides back, leaving just a few strands of hair hanging down. She ran a light dusting of eye shimmer on her eyes, and a tint of mascara. She pulled on a yellow sundress quickly and just before running out of the house again she added a sweep of cherry lip gloss across her lips. She took one final look in the mirror and made her way downstairs to see if the guy was as gorgeous up-close, as he was from a distance.

So far he had made about five trips from his car up to the house and with him took boxes of CD’s, ornaments and other junk, he seriously doubted his fathers sanity for buying, up to the house. On his sixth trip back to the car he stopped dead in his tracks as a flash of yellow caught his eye. He looked up and saw a golden goddess walking towards him. She was dressed in a yellow sundress with long golden hair falling around her shoulders. Her body was slim and toned, and she had clearly spent a lot of time abroad perfecting an all over, well from what he could see, tan. She was a vision. She had long legs and a beautiful smile. Spike had to check over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t walking towards some person standing right behind him. Before he knew it the blonde beauty was in front of him.

“Hey, I’m guessing you’re the new neighbours.” Buffy asked, keeping her cool the whole time, although she was screaming inside that she just wanted this man she had only seen for the first time not five minutes ago to lift her off her feet and throw her against the car and ravish her body with kisses.

“Yeah, I-I’m William Giles” Spike told her, “but you pet, can call me Spike”, he smiled at her extending one hand, keeping as calm as he could, when all he wanted to do was throw her on the hood of his car and kiss her senseless.

“I’m Buffy Summers” Buffy smiled back at him grasping the offered hand lightly. She felt a tingle run all the way through her arm, like warm honey running through her veins. Her heart was hammering against her chest. This man really was even more gorgeous closer up. His eyes were a blue like she had never seen before, somewhere between an electric midnight blue and a calm ocean azure. His cheekbones were clearly sculpted and his lips, oh how soft and kissable they looked. And his accent, oh god, to die for. She lived in England, but this guy had a more, well, British voice, it was more, well defined, more true to British culture. Not like hers at all.

“It’s nice to meet you Buffy” Spike reluctantly pulled his hand from hers and smiled into the green eyes in front of him. “I just wanted to introduce myself and see if you needed any help moving in?” Buffy asked. “Only if you don’t mind” Spike replied. “’course not.” Buffy smiled. “So where did you move from” Buffy asked as she reached into the boot and pulled out a box marked ‘living room’. Spike took a box destined for ‘the bathroom’ and followed her up to the house. “California” Spike said, shifting the box to his right arm so he could pick up another as he passed his dad’s car. Buffy looked up shocked. “America! But you don’t sound at all American!” Spike smiled at the look of shock on her face. “Well I’ve only been out there two years, guess the language didn’t really rub off. I lived in Kent before I moved to America”. “So why did you…which room’s gonna be the living room” Buffy asked as she came into the house. “First on your right” Spike told her, the British accent coming clearly through again. As she deposited the box in the room she saw Spike’s father sorting through a box. He looked up and smiled at her. He had a warm, kind face and looked nothing like his son. “Hi, you must be Mr. Giles, I’m Buffy Summers” Buffy said politely. “Ms Summers, how nice to meet you.” “Oh please call me Buffy, we are neighbours after all!” Buffy shook his hand. “Buffy offered to help us move in” Buffy turned around to see Spike leaning against the doorframe, smiling at her. “That was very kind of you Buffy” Giles said. “It was the least I could do.” Buffy replied, without turning back to Giles, she was looking at Spike, still in shock that someone so gorgeous was living right next door to her. She was snapped out of her reverie by a knock at the door. Spike turned to see a woman, around the same age as his dad standing in the doorway, Buffy followed him and saw her mother on the porch. “Hey Mom, I was helping Spike and Mr.Giles move in.” Spike held out a hand to Joyce and shook hers. “Hello Mrs Summers. It’s very nice to meet you” “It’s nice to meet you too Spike. I see you’ve already met my daughter.” Joyce smiled warmly at Spike. Giles emerged from the living room and he and Joyce exchanged greetings and pleasantries as Spike and Buffy finished unpacking his Desoto, and the rest of the boxes from Giles’ car.

Joyce suddenly came up with a rather interesting proposition. “Say Rupert, why don’t you and Spike come over to our house tonight for dinner. Save you having to cook.” “ Well we wouldn’t want to impose” Giles said politely. “Nonsense, it’ll be absolutely fine” Joyce encouraged. “Well if your sure…” “If your sure what dad?” Spike asked as he and Buffy came back into the house. “Mrs Summers has been kind enough to offer to cook for us tonight.” Giles told his son. “That’s very kind of you Mrs Summers” Spike said. Buffy just couldn’t get over how perfect this guy was. He was polite, gorgeous, sexy and the perfect gentleman. All the while he and Buffy had been unloading the cars, he kept on making sure she didn’t take things that were too heavy, insisting he didn’t want her to hurt herself.

Buffy fazed back into the conversation as Joyce told them that they would see them at 7.30. “7.30 it is then.” Spike turned to Buffy. “Thanks for helping with the unpacking pet, couldn’t have done it without you” Spike smiled at her. “Oh I’m sure a strong muscular guy like you could have managed without me…” Buffy trailed off when she realised she’d said to much. ‘crap, crap, crap’ her brain was cursing. “see you later” her mouth managed to say, and Buffy quickly exited the house, with her mother in tow.

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As soon as she was through the door Buffy ran up to her bedroom. She looked at her clock and saw she had just under an hour until Spike and Giles were here. She quickly stripped of her clothes, and went into the bathroom. She jumped in the shower and washed her hair. When she was done she got out and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. She then set about drying and straightening her hair.
After she was finished she made her way over to her wardrobe, throwing her dirty laundry in the bin on her way. Buffy wanted to look sexy, but not like she’d tried too hard. She opted for a pair of dark blue jeans, and a black, sleeveless, low-cut top which bared her stomach slightly, and laid the clothes on her bed. After pulling on a black thong and push-up bra, she dressed quickly and then set about doing her make-up. She decided on a bronze eye shadow and black mascara, and placed a small amount of eye liner on her bottom lids.

When she looked at the clock and saw it was 7.28. “Crap” she cursed and hurriedly ran about the room, straightening things up before putting a silver crucifix necklace on. She was just about to put on some lip gloss when the door bell rang. She heard her mother open it and heard Giles greet her but no Spike. Where was he. Her mother did the asking for her. “Where’s Spike?” “Oh he forgot something, said he’d be over in a minute” Giles told her. So Buffy, relieved that she had a couple more minutes to perfect her look, finished with the lip gloss, and after spraying herself with some jasmine perfume, took one last look in the mirror. “Pretty damn good” she told her self, and smiled at the thought of seeing Spike again. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought that he would be in her home and that she would get to spend the evening with him.

The doorbell jarred her from her thoughts and heard her mother call to her. “Buffy can you get that!”. “Sure thing mom!” Buffy replied, and walked down the stairs to open the door. When she did her heart nearly stopped for good. Spike was standing there, his blonde hair messed up like he’d just got out of bed, wearing a black long sleeve shirt that was slightly open at the top and black jeans.

When Buffy answered the door, Spike was in awe at how amazing she looked, she had changed into a black top which showed a lot of cleavage, and dark blue jeans, her hair was perfectly straight and she looked stunning.

“Come in Spike” she managed to say, and as he stepped over the threshold he produced a single red rose from behind his back. “For the beautiful lady of the house” Spike said with a smile to die for. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful, thank you Spike” she said with a gasp. As she took the rose from him her fingers brushed slightly and lingered there for just a second.

While the majority of her brain had shut down when he had pulled the rose from behind his back, some part of it was still faithful to her and didn’t want her making an ass in front of him and still managed to kick start the rest of her brain back into working order. “My pleasure pet.” Spike told her. “Would you like a drink or something?” Buffy asked him when she shut the door. “I’m fine at the moment thanks”. In all truth he wanted a good few shots of whisky to calm his raging nerves, then he spotted a familiar book on the hall table. “Oh, whose reading ‘Return of the Native’?” Spike asked her. “I am. Gotta read it for College.” She sighed. Something sparked in Spike, ‘could it be, no, was she, god he hoped so’. “So do I, what College are you going to.” “St.James’ down the road.” Buffy replied, her stomach even more in knots, ‘was he going there, could he be, oh my god please let him be’ Buffy silently prayed. Then she saw Spike’s eyes light up. “Me too.” Those two simple words had Buffy screaming for joy inside. “No way! What subjects are you taking?” Buffy said, trying hard to keep her happiness under wraps. “Well, English Literature” he said gesturing to the book, “Psychology, Classics, and English Language” Spike replied with a smile. “Wow, I’m doing Psychology and both English’s as well, I not doing Classics though, I’m doing Physical Ed. This is so great!” Buffy said a little too enthusiastically. She was using all her self restraint not to jump into his arms and kiss him all over his body. “At least I’ll know someone there now.” Spike smiled down at Buffy. “Well next week if you want I’ll introduce you to Xander and Willow, they’re going to St.James too.” Spike’s heart fell, Xander. That was a guys name. “So, i-is Xander, is he your… boyfriend?” Buffy smiled, she could hear the nervousness in his voice. “No! Will, Xander and I have been best friends for five years” A wave of relief washed over Spike. “What about you, do you have a girlfriend?” Buffy asked, praying to whoever was listening that the answer would be in her favour. “Nope, I’m totally single.” Spike smiled.

Just then Joyce and Giles emerged from the kitchen. “Hello Spike, it’s nice to see you again.” Joyce greeted him. “It’s a pleasure to see you again too.” Spike replied. “Well, dinners ready, so if you kids wanna sit down and we’ll bring the food out.” Joyce told them. “Let me help you with something Mrs Summers.” Spike offered. “That’s OK Spike, we’ve got it” Joyce called as she and Giles left for the kitchen again. Buffy turned to face Spike. “So, dining room” Buffy said gesturing for him to follow her. “I hope lasagne’s alright” Buffy asked. “Of course pet, I love Italian food.” Spike said as they entered the dining room. “I know what you mean, I live off of pasta” Buffy said as Spike stepped in front of her and pulled her chair out for her. ‘oh god, oh god, perfect gentleman, kind, courteous, sexy’ her mind screamed. “Thanks” Buffy managed to say as she sat and Spike took a seat opposite her.

Giles and Joyce walked into the room with several bowls and dishes containing a huge lasagne in one, salad in another and bread in a basket. Buffy spotted the wine in a glass before her, she took a long drink from it to calm herself, she was fast losing her self control. As her gaze flitted to Spike a naughty scenario involving Spike invaded her mind. He was suddenly at her side, picking her up and as she locked her legs around his waist he swept everything off the table, lay her down on it and assaulted her mouth with a passionate, lust filled kiss before trailing kisses down her neck, then his hand slipped under her shirt and just as it was about to delve inside her bra… “Buffy, would you like some bread” came from the reality Giles, and snapped her quickly out of her day dreaming. “Oh, um, uh, yes please, thank you.” She managed to say.

As the food was passed around and dished up, Buffy’s gaze kept darting to Spike’s and then quickly away again. Unknowingly to her, Spike kept on stealing glances at Buffy, until they both looked at each other at the same time. Spike gave her a sultry smile, and Buffy managed to give a brief smile back, before becoming unusually interested in her food. As dinner went on, Giles and Spike told Buffy and her mother about their two years in America, and what it had been like out there. When their hunger had been satiated, Giles and Joyce started to clear the table. Buffy and Spike started to help, but when they reached for the bread basket at the same time, Buffy’s hand got there first, and Spike’s hand was over hers. She felt the familiar tingle shoot up her arm when he had shook her hand earlier, and when he had handed her the rose. Her brain screamed “PULL YOUR HAND AWAY!” but her heart pleaded with her to keep her hand there, if he pulled his hand away she could follow suit and pretend like it was an accident, if he didn’t pull his hand away, surely that only meant good.
Spike’s brain was screaming “PULL YOUR HAND AWAY YOU GIT!” but his heart told him to keep it there. If Buffy yanked her hand away then he could too. Pretend he didn’t mean for that to happen. Of course it had been by accident but the feeling of her skin underneath his sent his heart racing.
He wasn’t pulling his hand away, so she kept hers there. She looked up and saw Spike gazing into her eyes. His fingers moved slightly, gently stroking her hand. Buffy was just about to speak when Giles came into the dining room to retrieve the dirty plates and Buffy and Spike sprang apart. She suddenly felt rather hot “I’m just gonna go outside for some air, it’s a bit hot in here.” She turned to leave the room, but turned back. “Coming Spike?”

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Buffy lead Spike out into the dark garden, the only light coming from the huge moon that loomed over them. She stopped at their hammock and sat motioning for Spike to sit as well. “So you need to tell me more about yourself.” Spike could see Buffy was smiling up at him, the moon light bathed her features in a pale, silver glow. “You haven’t heard enough already?” Spike smirked. “I’ve heard about your last high school, where you used to live, all that, but I want to know more about you, what things you like.” Spike smiled down at her, her scent intoxicating him. She was so close to him, all he wanted to do was lean down and capture those beautiful, perfect lips. “Well, I like reading, I play the guitar, I like walking. My favourite band is the Ramones, with the Sex Pistols coming a very close second. Anything else…” Buffy reached up and traced the scar on his left eyebrow. It felt like electricity coursing through his body. “How’d you get this?” “It was when I was living in Kent a couple of years ago, some guys were beating up my deaf mate. He was trying to tell them he was deaf, but you know, deaf people, their vocabulary isn’t as well defined because they can’t hear themselves speaking. Anyway these guys thought he was taking the piss out of them so they clocked him one. So I stepped up, knocked one of the guys out, but didn’t see the fist coming from the other direction, and…” he trailed off gesturing to his scar. “Did it hurt?” Buffy asked quietly, mesmerised by his tale of heroism. He got hurt protecting someone else, this guy just seemed too good to be true. “Not really. What about you? Any war wounds?” Buffy got up off the hammock, and stood before the garden swing, “This was the culprit of many accidents. I haven’t been able to bring myself to go on it again since I fell of when I was about nine and broke my arm in three places.” Buffy didn’t realise Spike was standing next to her. “Well its about time you faced your fears.” Spike said quietly. “Oh no, I don’t think so” Buffy said backing away. Spike caught her arm gently. “I promise I’ll catch you if you fall” Spike whispered. Buffy smiled up at him before sitting gently on the swing. Spike moved behind her and pushed gently and she moved forwards and then back in one swift motion. Each time he caught her around the waist, and then pushed her away again gently.

Spike placing his hands on her waist each time he caught her slowly eased her fears away. Then she realised he was softly whispering to her when he caught her. “Makes you feel free…” “No restraints…” “free to feel…” “Free to do what you want…” Then he stopped her flush against his body and she placed her feet on the ground keeping her in the position she was. Spike’s hands moved around to her bare stomach. “Free to do what your heart…what your body desires…” Buffy was entranced. The cool breeze brushing through her hair, the wind rushing through the leaves, Spike’s hands on her body, she had never felt so much desire in her body, than that for the man standing behind her. His warm breath was whispering across the back of her neck.

Buffy ran one hand down to where his hands rested on her abdomen and the other snaked behind her to run up to the back of Spike’s neck and gently play with the hairs there. She pushed back a little more with her feet and heard Spike groan softly, and felt an obvious hardness against the small of her back. Buffy let out a breathy moan. Her hand was resting over his and she gently guided it down towards the top of her jeans, and Spike’s already aching cock grew harder when he realised what she needed him to do. She turned her head slightly and saw his eyes, now cloaked with desire, staring into hers. Their lips were so close that they were sharing breaths. She was just about to close the distance between them when light fell across the garden from the back door being opened. “Buffy, Spike? You out here?” It was Joyce, but luckily she didn’t see them. Buffy gasped, a mix of needing to let this pent up desire out, and at almost being caught. “Coming Mom!” Buffy called a little too breathily. “God I wish you were coming” Spike whispered huskily in her ear, his hand travelling a little further south. Buffy released a small moan, but then remembered her mother was at the door and could see them any time, and she sprang away from Spike and tried to look as innocent as possible as her mother stepped out on to the back porch. Buffy looked back at Spike with an ‘oh how much I want you’ and ‘I’m so sorry’ look. He smiled at her, knowing full well that if Joyce had caught he and Buffy in the position they were in just a few seconds ago he would never stand a chance of seeing her again. After all Joyce seemed to like him but he was damn sure that after just a few hours of knowing her daughter, she wouldn’t be too happy to see Spike with his hands down Buffy’s pants.
Buffy tried to get her breathing under control and she and Spike walked back into the house and innocently as they could.
They reached the front door and saw Joyce saying goodbye to Giles. Spike took Buffy’s hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it. “See you tomorrow luv.” Then he and his dad left for their house.

Spike turned one last time before entering his house to see Buffy watching him go. He waved a goodbye before entering his house. Buffy turned back inside and sighed. “I’m beat mom, I’m gonna head for bed. Need any help with the dishes” Buffy offered. “I’m okay sweetie, Mr.Giles helped me” Joyce replied. “Ok, see you in the morning mom.” She placed a chaste kiss on her mothers cheek before running up to her bedroom.

She shut and locked the door and took in a deep breath. She looked out of her window and her heart almost stopped for a beat. She saw Spike at his window, shirtless. A smile fell across Buffy’s lips. If she could see him, chances were he could see her. She put her back to the window and pretended that she was simply undressing for the night.

Spike had sprinted up the stairs after saying a hasty goodnight to his dad. His room had the bare necessities out, the bed was made up, but that was about it, most of his other stuff was still in boxes or downstairs waiting to be brought up in the morning. He turned to see something that made his still hard cock grow harder. Buffy was undressing in front of her window with her back to him. She was dressed in just a black bra and thong, but from this distance he couldn’t see the detail. Just the underwear and Buffy’s golden hair flowing down her back. He turned back from the window, locked his door and shed his trousers, freeing his aching hardness.
Buffy looked back over her shoulder to see Spike drop his trousers, but unfortunately he had his back to her and she only saw his perfectly formed ass, just begging to be bitten. His light went off and she saw no more of the ‘Spike strip show’.
Buffy climbed into bed and her thoughts turned back to the events that had happened in the garden and she found herself retracing the path Spike’s hands had taken, only this time there was no mother bursting in on them and her hand went all the way into her damp thong.
Spike had shut off the light and was now laying on his bed and remembering the way Buffy’s skin had felt, the way she had wanted him so badly she had pushed his hand further towards the destination they were already heading for. His hand was wrapped around his shaft and he pumped it slowly, using the drops of pre-cum to lubricate his actions.
Buffy used her free hand to remove her bra and she turned off her bedside lamp and removed her thong shortly after. While one hand tugged at her breasts she imagined it was Spike’s hand that was making its way back to its goal. She ran her finger lightly over her clit and gasped at how already aroused she was. “Spike” she whispered, “Oh god Spike” she gasped as her finger slid up inside her opening and her hips raised off the bed to meet her fingers.
Spike remembered Buffy’s sent so well, it was as if she were right here with him, her clever little hand pumping his cock, making him painfully hard, and squeezing harder. Spike closed his eyes. “Buffy” He moaned. “Oh fuck Buffy” his hips rising off the bed to meet his hand.
Buffy now inserted two fingers into herself and rubbed harder, “oh fuck, yes! Oh fuck Spike!” she gasped, her hand picking up pace, her other hand squeezing her hardened nipple, imagining it was Spike’s tongue sucking them. Thoughts of Spike’s tongue drove her to new heights as she imagined his tongue working furiously on her clit and his fingers pumping in and out of her. “oh baby so close!”

Spike could feel his orgasm coming. The knot in his stomach kept getting tighter. “Fuck me Buffy, use your tongue, ah!” He whispered
Buffy was so close all she needed was release. “Oh, uh, yeah, now, so close, I’m coming” she whimpered as quietly as she could, thrusting her fingers in and out of herself. That’s when she heard it, soft groans travelling on the still night air through the open window. Then… “oh fuck me Buffy”. Spike was jacking off thinking about her. Their houses weren’t that far apart but she could still hear him. That was all she needed to send her into a furious orgasm, “uh, now, I’m coming, SPIKE!” was the last words she got out before she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming the house down with the force of her orgasm.
He was almost there, he could feel it, then he heard it, a moaned “uh, now, I’m coming, SPIKE”, from Buffy. ‘Oh god, she’s getting herself off ‘cos of me’. That was all he needed to gain release. And he came, hard “Oh fuck Buffy!”, then clenching his teeth to keep as quiet as possible.
Buffy’s orgasm coursed through her like molten hot lava and her body jerked as her juices coated her fingers, but in her mind it was Spike’s fingers that had brought her to climax. As her orgasm subsided she fell into a blissful sleep, just as Spike had when he had come down from his high.
Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.

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Buffy awoke the next day with the sunlight streaming in through the window, she could hear a noise coming from somewhere, but couldn’t hear what it was. She opened her eyes, and squinted around the room for the source of the noise. Then she realised it wasn’t coming from her room. It was coming from outside. She sat up, but fell back onto the bed. Mornings really didn’t agree with her.

As her sleep filled mind cleared, the sound became clearer. It was music she could hear, or more precisely, a guitar. She managed to haul herself out of bed, and threw on a bathrobe. She went to her window and looked out. Spike’s window was open and she could hear an electric guitar being played, she wondered which band it was. Spike had said he liked the Ramones and Sex Pistols, but having heard none of their songs, she did not know who it was, if it were either of them at all. Just then she saw Spike walk slowly past the window, his electric guitar in his hands, and he was pacing around the room playing. It was amazing. Damn that man had talent. She sat there listening to Spike playing until he suddenly stopped and left the room. Giles had probably called him or something.

She looked at her clock. 8.21 the digital display read. Buffy then set about getting showered and dressed.

At about five to nine, Buffy made her way downstairs and found her mother in the kitchen reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. “Morning honey. Sleep well?” Buffy’s mind flitted back to last nights events and felt a wave of pleasure wash though her when she remembered how she had got off thinking about Spike and how she had heard him calling out ‘oh fuck me Buffy’ and a series of groans. “Yeah, very well, thanks. I think helping Spike move in tired me out” Buffy replied, pouring herself a glass of Orange Juice. Although the moving in she really wanted Spike to have done last night was a totally different matter.

“What are you up to today?” Joyce asked her.
“Well I was planning on taking Spike round the neighbourhood. You know, a sort of guided tour, just to get him familiarised with things. I’ll see if Xander and Willow are free so Spike can meet them, that way he’ll know a few people when he comes to St.James’.”
“That’s a good idea. He’s a very nice boy isn’t he” Joyce said.
Buffy inwardly leapt for joy. Her mother liked Spike, although she was sure that if she had seen what they were up to in the garden last night she would have a very different view on him.
“Yeah, he is” Buffy agreed quietly.

After consuming some toast and another glass of orange juice, Buffy brushed her teeth and gave herself the once over in the mirror. After she was satisfied with her appearance she pocketed her wallet and phone and headed out to see Spike.

When she arrived next door she saw Giles come out of the front door and collect the mail from the letter box. When he saw her he greeted her warmly. “Good morning Buffy. How are you today?”
Buffy smiled at him. “I’m good thanks, how are you?”
“Very well thank you.” Giles replied.
“I was wondering if I could borrow your son for a few hours today, I was going to show him around, give him the guided tour so to speak.” Buffy asked.
“I’m sure he would love to, he’s been up since six this morning unpacking everything. Come in and you can ask him” Giles said, motioning for Buffy to follow him inside.

Giles shut the door behind him and stopped at the bottom of the stairs and called “William!”
“Yes Dad!” was yelled from somewhere upstairs.
“Buffy’s here” Giles told him, before excusing himself saying he had some more unpacking to do. After watching Giles go she turned back and saw Spike coming down the stairs.
“Hey pet, how are you?” He asked, smiling at her as he descended.
“I’m good how are you…” then she smiled innocently as she added “…sleep well?”
“I had very pleasant dreams.” Spike smirked as he reached the last step.
“That’s good to... hear” Buffy smiled wickedly, emphasising the last word.
Their banter was cut short as Giles entered the hall and crossed over into the living room.

“I was wondering if you were free today, I was gonna show you around the neighbourhood.” Buffy asked. Spike’s eyes lit up.
“Hmm, spend all day moving boxes from one room to another, or have a guided tour with a beautiful woman. Decisions, decisions” Spike acted as if he was mulling it over.
Buffy’s insides were dancing. He had just called her beautiful.
Spike smiled. “I’m all yours pet.” “See you later dad!” Spike called to Giles as he and Buffy headed out the door.

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They’d barely got out of the driveway before Buffy’s mobile started to ring. She opened it to see the display flashing ‘Willow Mobile’. She pressed the receive button and put it to her ear.
“Hey Will………. I’m fine, how are you? ……….yeah ………. I’m with Spike at the moment ………. My new next door neighbour ………. Yeah he is ……….hold on I’ll ask him”
She put her hand over the receiver. “Willow and Xander want to meet for coffee later, do you want to come? You don’t have to.” Buffy asked him.
“Coffee sound good, although I’m more of a tea drinker. Dad’s bloody traditions have rubbed off on me.” Spike replied.
Buffy smiled and turned back to the phone. “Yeah, Spike’s up for it ………. When do you want to meet? ………. Eleven ………. OK, see you then ………. I will ……….ok, bye” Buffy ended the call and put the phone back in her pocket.
“Are you sure you don’t mind.” Buffy asked. “Of course not, you said last night that they go to St,James’?”. Buffy nodded.
“Well, I’ll know two more people in that case won’t I.”

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They arrived at Costa at about ten to eleven. On the ‘Buffy tour’ Spike had been shown the local park near the college. It was beautiful with the leaves just turning from green to browns, oranges and reds. On the way had been the cinema, the local night club ‘Lush’, various restaurants and café’s, all situated about two miles from their houses. They lived just outside town, and the view they got in their way in had been amazing. The town was quite small, situated in the rural Sussex countryside. It was nothing like where he had lived in America where it had all been industrialised and commercialised.

The countryside surrounding them was beautiful, with rolling hills and trees as far as you could see, the roads were quiet, but grew gradually busier as they neared the town. Spike hadn’t really seen much of the area when he and his Dad had bought the house and on their way into town, Buffy pointed out a small river that was brilliant to relax by in the summer. It took them about half an hour to walk into town, and Buffy would have driven but seeing as she wanted to show Spike the beauty of the countryside surrounding them it was better to walk than have it whizzing by the window.

When they walked into Costa, it was virtually deserted, apart from a few tables with couples situated at them. Buffy walked up to the counter and placed her order of tea for Spike and a cappuccino for herself. She was just about to reach into her wallet when Spike handed some money to the waiter.
“My treat” he smiled down at Buffy.
“You don’t have to do that.” Buffy told him. “At least let me pay for my drink.” She asked him.
“Nope, you took the time to show me around it’s the least I could do.” He told her.

The waiter handed them their drinks and they walked over and sat on one of the sofa’s against the wall, placing their drinks on the table in front of them. While Spike was leaning forwards Buffy stealthily slipped a five pound not into Spike’s back pocket.

When Spike looked at her, she realised she wasn’t as stealthy as she thought, and tried to look as innocent as possible, shifting her gaze to one of the paintings on the wall, before stealing a glance at Spike who was giving her an playful accusatory glare.
He reached round and pulled the money from his back pocket, before leaning towards her. Buffy crossed her arms so her hands were out of his reach, but instead Spike slipped the note underneath the strap of her thong which was peaking up from above her jeans.
“Hey! Don’t treat me like you’re personal stripper.” Buffy joked.
“If only luv, if only.” Spike whispered hotly in her ear, his hand gently caressing her waist just above where he had slipped the money. Buffy swallowed. ‘God, how could this man make the simple exchange of money so sexy?’
His breath on her neck, and his hand’s caress giving her a very vivid memory of last night.
Buffy glanced at the doorway and saw Willow and Xander walking in. She turned her gaze back to Spike and saw him looking at her with the same look in his eyes as there had been last night.
She took in a shaky breath before managing to form the words “Willow… Xander…they’re here.”
Spike’s eyes shifted to see a red haired girl and a boy with black hair, both about the same age as Buffy walking in. Spike sighed and pulled away from Buffy. Buffy smiled at him, hoping to convey in her eyes just how much she wanted him, before standing up to greet her friends.

“Hey guys” Buffy greeted her friends with a hug. Turning to Spike, she introduced her friends to him.
“Guys this is Spike, Spike this is Willow and Xander.” Spike smiled at them and shook each of their hands, Willow in a gentle, soft shake, Xander in a more manly but still polite way.
Xander turned to Willow, “I’m gonna get us some drinks.” He turned and walked to the counter to place his order.
Willow seated herself on the sofa opposite Buffy and Spike. “So Spike, Buffy told me you’re her new neighbour. Where’d you move from?” Willow asked Spike.
“California, but I was only out there for the past two years. Before then I was living in Kent.” Spike replied.
“Ah, well that explains why you don’t sound American at all. What was it like out there?”
“Well, the weather was different, but even that couldn’t keep me from coming back to the mother land. It’s just so much more peaceful and relaxed out here.” Spike replied.
“So what…thanks” Willow said as Xander handed her a cup of coffee.
“So what college are you going to?” Willow asked.
Spike stole a quick glance at Buffy before replying “St.James.”
“Hey, same as us. At least you won’t be a total newbie!” Xander chimed in.

The rest of the conversation was filled with Spike getting to know more about Willow and Xander and they in turn knowing more about Spike. Buffy didn’t say much during the conversations, her heart was still racing from the near repeat performance of last night. When they got up to leave, Xander offered Buffy and Spike a lift back to their house as he had driven to town with Willow. Buffy gratefully accepted. Being this close to Spike was eating at her self-control. If she didn’t get somewhere private with him she was going to throw herself on him and beg that her take her there and then.

Xander pulled up outside Buffy’s house about 10 minutes after they left Costa. “Hey, have you guys got any plans for tonight?” Willow asked.
“I don’t think so.” Buffy replied, she looked at Spike. “I’m just gonna be doing some more unpacking.”
“Well Xander and I were gonna catch a movie then head over to Lush. You guys wanna come? It’s up to you of course, if you want to.” Willow finished.
Spike glanced at Buffy. “I’m up for it if you are?”
Her brain was screaming at her. ‘DARK CINEMA, IN VERY CLOSE PROXIMITY TO SPIKE, THEN NIGHT CLUB AND DANCING! IF YOU GO YOU I WILL NOT BE IN CHARGE OF YOUR SELF-CONTROL”
While her brain was screaming, her mouth managed to produce the words “Yeah sure why not!” Her mind groaned. ‘why do I even bother’.

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Buffy had never spent so long deciding what to wear. Clothes had been pulled out of the wardrobe and thrown back in countless times, she was sure she had tried on the same outfits several times and didn’t realise it. She wanted to look sexy and irresistible because tonight, she had decided, she was going to make her move. Buffy was sick of people interrupting her and Spike every time they got even close to kissing. She wanted to feel his lips on her so badly.

After about three quarters of an hour Buffy decided on a pair of light blue jeans, and a black halter neck top.
Buffy looked at her clock and saw it was twenty five to five, which meant she had just over two hours till Xander and Willow were coming to pick them up. She lay her clothes on her bed and was just about to go downstairs to fix herself something to eat before she got ready, when a highly interesting thought crossed her mind.

She picked up the phone in the hall and dialled, and after just three rings it picked up.
“Hello?” the voice on the other end spoke. It sent shivers down her spine just to hear his voice.
“Hey Spike it’s me.”
“Hey luv, you OK?” Spike asked.
“I’m fine, how’re you?”
“I’m good thanks pet.”
“ I was wondering if you had any plans for dinner?”
“I was gonna grab a bite to eat before we went out.”
“Well, why don’t you come over here, I was gonna order pizza, but if you’re…”
“Pizza sounds great!” Spike cut her off.
Buffy smiled, “So how about you come over about six o’clock. What pizza shall I order you?”
“The hottest, spiciest one on the menu.” Spike purred down the line.
“Sure you can handle it?” Buffy quipped.
“Oh I can handle anything you give me pet.”
“Care to wager on that?”
“Just name your terms luv.” Spike purred.
“Fine, if you can eat all of the hottest, spiciest, mouth burning pizza I choose, then you can have…anything…you…want” Buffy whispered saucily.
“Anything?”
“Anything” Buffy confirmed.
“OK, see you at six, but it better be hot.” He finished before putting the phone down.
‘Oh I assure you it will be Spike’ Buffy thought to herself as she ran upstairs to re choose her outfit. ‘It’ll definitely be hot’.

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Buffy stepped out of the shower, steam filling the bathroom. She walked over to the window and opened it, letting the steam out. The sun was setting over the hill and it silhouetted the trees in a warm orange, making the trees and bushes look black. She walked into her bedroom and smiled at her choice of wardrobe. Spike wanted hot, he’d get hot. Who said it was just the pizza that had the right, to make Spike drool. She dried off and pulled on a lacy black, strapless bra and a black thong that had ribbons at the side to tie it together. She wrapped a dry towel around her and picked up the phone. She dialled the number from the pizza flyer that she had brought upstairs from the kitchen.
When she had ordered the hottest pizza the pizza place had, and also asked if they could add extra chilli’s to it, she set about doing her hair. Twenty minutes later it was dry and she looked over at the clock and saw she had twenty five minutes till Spike arrived, and the pizza shortly after.
She got out her make-up and applied a dark pink shade to her eyes and a few sweeps of black mascara. She outlined her eyes in black eyeliner, and smudged it slightly to give her eyes a smoky, sultry look. She got out a dark red lip gloss and a peachy rose blusher, which she brushed over her cheeks to give them a bit of colour.

When she had finished with her make-up she swept her hair up on the back of her head and placed grips in it to keep it there, and left a few strands hanging down. With about ten minutes till Spike arrived she pulled her clothes and shoes on. She threw all her necessities into a small hand bag and straightened up her room, throwing things into drawers and smoothing the bed out, just as the door bell rang. She walked down the stairs and opened it.

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When Buffy opened the door Spike almost passed out. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Buffy was dressed in black leather pants and a black, lace decorated bustier that pushed her breasts up and made a certain part of Spike’s anatomy spring to life.
“Your hot, spicy food will be here soon” She purred lustily.
The temporary block between his brain and mouth seemed to dissipate and he felt a new desire rise deep within him as he stepped closer to her.
“I think it’s already arrived.” Spike whispered huskily staring down into her eyes before winding a hand around to the small of her pack and pulling her against him. She gasped as his hips ground against hers and she felt his obvious desire for her, rubbing against her leather covered crotch. She looked up and gazed into his eyes.
“You thought any more about your…” she pushed her crotch into his jean covered cock, “…prize?”
“Oh I know exactly what I want.” Spike groaned out.
“Good”, Buffy coked her head to one side, “’cos I know what I want when you lose.”
“Sorry luv, but that ain’t gonna happen.” Spike smirked down at her as a motor scooter pulled up in front of Buffy’s house and a pizza delivery guy stepped off. He took the pizza out of the box keeping it warm on the back of his bike and walked up the drive way.
“Miss Summers?” The boy asked.
“Yeah.” Buffy smiled up at Spike before stepping away to take the pizza from the boy.
“That’s sixteen pounds eighty please.” They boy told Buffy and she handed him a twenty and told him to keep the change. He smiled gratefully and thanked her before turning and getting back on his scooter and driving off.
“Nope” Buffy told Spike as he reached for his wallet. “My treat” She smiled as she walked back into the house.

Spike followed Buffy into the kitchen, her ass swaying from side to side oh so provocatively. Spike didn’t know how much longer his restraint would last. She placed the pizza’s on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Your mum not home?” Spike asked as he sat opposite Buffy.
“No, she’s staying overnight with a friend who’s just had a baby. So it’s just me. Home all alone till tomorrow afternoon.” Buffy smiled devilishly. “Now, about this little wager. If I win, you have to finish what you started in the garden the other night.”
‘Running his hands over Buffy’s body, hell that wasn’t a forfeit he was expecting’ “Seems reasonable” Spike whispered huskily.
“But you still need to tell me what you expect to win.” Buffy told him.
“Suggest something, and I’ll see if I like it?” Spike’s eyes boring into hers.
“Alright.” Buffy smiled, picking up a slice of the pizza that was to be Spike’s doom. She walked around stood in front of him.
“If you win, you get a little more of that stripper action you wanted earlier, how does that sound?”
Spike leaned forward, his mouth opening and his tongue darting out to take a bite out of the pizza but Buffy pulled it back. Buffy’s eyes hooded with desire stared into his as thoughts about what that tongue could do to her rushed through her mind.
“Ah, no biting yet. Is that what you want? A private…” Buffy leaned her body towards him, keeping the pizza out of reach, “…personal…” She ran her free hand down his chest to the belt buckle on his jeans and cupped the mound in his trousers, causing him to groan and his eyes to close. “…strip?”
Buffy had no idea where this confident passion had arisen from, but she damn well liked it.
Spike slowly opened his eyes. “You got yourself a deal.”

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Spike was reeling from Buffy’s proposition. He could feel there was something between them, but he had no idea how much she wanted him. All he had been able to think about since meeting her was how he wanted to run his hands all over her and worship her body with his mouth. He had had no idea that when he had agreed to this little wager that if he succeed or failed really held no consequences for him. Provided there were no interruptions he would be able to show Buffy just how much he desired her.

Now he was down to his last piece of pizza. Buffy had certainly been right when she had told him it would be hot and spicy, although he didn’t realise Buffy herself was going to be hotter than anything he could ever dream of. When Buffy had leant down to a cupboard to get out a plate Spike almost died from choking on his food when her leather covered ass presented itself to his view. Buffy thought he was almost giving up, but the prospect of a strip from Buffy spurred him on and he was almost done, although his mouth was raging like an inferno.

Spike swallowed the last piece of pizza and smirked at Buffy. “Looks like you owe me some stripper action.”
“Seems I do.” Buffy grinned sinfully as she got up from her stool and walked over to Spike like a panther pursuing its prey. “But it’ll have to wait till later ‘cos Xander’s gonna be here any minute.”
She pushed Spike’s legs apart slightly and stepped in between them so she was closer to him. She laid her left hand on the top of Spike’s thigh, close to his cock and moved her other hand so that her fingers were slowly trailing down the top of his chest. She moved her face agonisingly close to his, her lips mere centimetres from his.
“Can you wait till later?” she whispered, her eyes hooded with desire and lust, as she darted her tongue out and it brushed quickly and lightly against Spike’s lips like butterfly wings.

Spike took in a shaky breath as his hand ran up the side of her stomach brushing against her breast as it continued its path up to Buffy’s lips. He brushed his thumb against her bottom lip as Buffy kissed it and her tongue darted out and licked it once, gently.
Their eyes had never left each others since Buffy had got up from her seat. They both knew Xander would be here in a few minutes, but Spike made the decision that both their hearts and bodies wanted.
“No” Spike half whispered, half gasped as he pulled her body against his and crushed his lips to hers.

Despite all the flirting, this was the first time they had kissed and it felt like a fire was rising deep within their bodies. Buffy’s tongue immediately darted into Spike’s mouth and he caressed it with hers.
Spike hands went down to her waist and he lifted her up as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth as she claimed his mouth again in a fiery kiss, their tongues duelling, her crotch grinding against his cock. They both gasped as Spike’s hips thrust forward, applying more pressure. Buffy broke away, gasping for breath as Spike trailed kisses along her jaw line and down her throat.
He licked and kissed his way up to her ear and whispered huskily “God Buffy, I need you so much.” Buffy pushed her hips down, applying more force and was rewarded with a groan from Spike.

Buffy ran her hand down Spike’s chest and was halfway through undoing his belt buckle when there was a knock at the front door. Spike pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, their eyes staring into each others, breathing heavily. Buffy pressed her lips to his and sucked his lip in between hers. “Later…” she whispered against his lips, before climbing off Spikes lap, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door, Spike adjusting the rather obvious bulge in his pants on the way.

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The car journey to the cinema had cooled off their wild desires for the moment. Buffy’s eyes darted to Spike’s, and as though her had felt her looking at him Spike looked at her and he saw in her eyes a mischievous, sinful, predatory look. He knew he was going to pay for beating Buffy in their wager, but hell, it was definitely worth it.

When they neared the cinema Xander parked in the car park opposite.
“You two OK?” Willow asked.
“Yeah. You seem a bit quiet.” Xander added as he got out of the car.
“Fine.” Buffy smiled.
“Yeah. Never better.” Spike assured him.

As they made their way over to the cinema, Spike and Buffy dropped back slightly from Willow and Xander so they couldn’t be heard. Spike stepped closer to Buffy and ran his hand down her arm, sending shivers up her spine.
“You know, I’m not gonna be able to last throughout the film without kissing you again.” Spike whispered.
“Well, if you do…you’ll get a reward later.” Buffy gave his ass a light slap as she sped up her walking slightly so Spike couldn’t grab her and threw a playful smile over her shoulder.
“Little minx.” Spike said quietly so only Buffy could hear, and she winked at him in reply before they walked through the front foyer of the cinema.

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They walked into the cinema as the trailers for upcoming features were rolling. It wasn’t difficult to find spaces, this particular auditorium was the largest of the six, and there were probably only a few people in each row. Willow and Xander took two seats and Buffy and Spike sat in the two behind them.
As they discarded coats and placed them on the empty seats next to them, the film started and they made themselves comfy.

They managed to keep a lid on their desire till about half way through the film. That was until Buffy felt Spike’s fingers making patterns on her upper arm. She looked at him and saw he was watching the screen but a smile played across his lips as his hand travelled further down her arm. Spike turned his gaze on her and saw the playful ‘what are you doing’ look in her eyes.
He leaned in closer towards her and whispered “You didn’t say anything about touching”, his hand now resting on her stomach. Buffy took his duster from the pile of coats next to her and laid it across them.

Spikes hand travelled down to the clasp on her pants and skilfully undid it, sliding his hand down into her thong, the zipper being pushed down as he went. Buffy’s breath caught in her throat as his finger ran lightly across her clit, her eyes falling closed.
“You like that kitten?” Spike whispered hotly in her ear, catching the lobe lightly in between his teeth.
Her mouth formed the word ‘yes’ but no sound came out.

Luckily the film they had chosen to see was all action and explosions, which meant lots of noise to cover up Buffy and Spike’s lustful behaviour.
Buffy’s hips lifted off the seat as Spike delved one finger into her damp pussy. “Gonna make you come baby.” Spike murmured softly to her.
Her brain granted her one coherent thought in the midst of Spike’s ministrations, and her hand moved across to Spike’s belt buckle and she turned her head and looked into his eyes, before whispering “I can’t be selfish now can I?” her hand moving inside his jeans. She was pleasantly surprised to find no boxers.

Buffy undid the zipper and released his hardening cock. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked up and down once, causing Spike to groan quietly. Buffy gripped Spike’s cock harder as he thrust two fingers inside of her, and rubbed his thumb across her clit.
She stroked her hand up, running her fingers around the head, at which point Spike’s hips jerked, a sure sign that he enjoyed that. As his fingers sped up, Buffy’s grip tightened as she stroked down and up again, each time she reached the head, his hips jerking.
“God Buffy…I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer.” Spike moaned in her ear.
“Me neither.” Buffy whispered, as Spike pinched her clit she whimpered softly. Spike could feel she was close, and as her pussy clamped down around his fingers he crushed his mouth down on hers and he came with her, each swallowing the others cries.
The film producers must have been on their side, because as they climaxed there was a huge, lengthy explosion in the movie, which covered up their passionate moans of release.

As they came down from their high, they caught their breath, whilst doing up zippers and belts. When they were straightened out, Buffy glanced at Willow and Xander, who were completely engrossed in the movie. She moved and leant in closer to Spike, resting her head on his shoulder. Spike kissed the top of her forehead before resting his head on the top of hers, and wrapping his arm around her pulling her close.
“Was that my reward for lasting as long as I did without kissing you?” Spike whispered.
“I think so.” Buffy replied, smiling.

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As the credits of the movie started to roll, Buffy and Spike quickly but unwillingly disentangled themselves from each other, just as Xander and Willow turned around.
“So what did you think guys?” Willow asked.
“It was great, that explosion in the middle, wow!” Buffy smiled and glanced at Spike who was putting on his leather duster a smile forming across his lips.
“I know it was like BOOM, you think they’re all dead but nope, it was all a ploy. That’s the secret to a good movie guys, lots of action and suspense.” Xander informed them.
“Said by the guy who has spent all his summer watching movies, so you’d better believe him.” Willow smiled as they all headed for the exit.

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They walked into Lush to the thumping beat of a dance song. Xander took the drink orders and he and Willow made their way to the bar as Buffy and Spike found an empty couch. Spike sat down, and took Buffy’s hand pulling her down next to him, and she landed with her legs draped over one of his. His mouth moved to trail kisses along her neck and she felt the fire rise within her.
“What about Will and Xander?” Buffy whispered, her teeth nipping at his ear lobe.
“They’ll be gone for a few minutes.” Spike assured her, his tongue now making its way across to the other side of her neck.
Buffy’s head dropped back onto the rear of the couch as she let out a breathy moan and pulled Spike’s lips to hers, her tongue entering his mouth to be met immediately by his. Spike moved his body slightly so he was now pressing Buffy up against the back of the couch with his upper body.
Spike broke off just as Xander and Willow turned from the bar and started heading in their direction.

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They had been talking about their plans for when college started, when Buffy stood up and offered her hand out to Spike,
“Come on, we’re dancing.” She told him as he took her hand and she led him onto the dance floor.
“You see it too?” Willow asked Xander.
“Oh yeah, they totally want each other. D’you see the looks they were giving each other? I remember when you and I were like that.”
“Yeah. Although being only six years old I don’t think we were exchanging the kind of looks they were.” Willow grinned as she took a sip of her coke.
“Yeah. God I miss pre-school.” Xander sighed.

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Buffy led Spike onto the dance floor as a sensual, rock song came on and Spike pulled Buffy close and she wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his around her waist and ran his hands up and down the bare skin at the small of her back.

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Hush child - lay your sweet lips on me
This greed - bigger than you and me
Will you come again
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She looked deeply into his eyes and saw the desire creep back into them that had been there just before he had kissed her back at her house. The memories came flooding back of Spike’s hands running over her body while he worshiped her mouth with his tongue. She moved her hips against his, her hand running down the side of his face as he let out a breathy moan, his cock becoming harder as Buffy rubbed her body against his.

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Body
Tongue tied and a visceral third degree
Feel warm - centre of gravity
Wash us all away
Body never lies
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Buffy turned around and spooned in against Spike as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She ground her hips and shoulders against him and he put his head to her neck kissing it gently. She couldn’t care less who was watching right now. His lips felt too good, his tongue warm and soft, lapping at her neck.

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Will you come again
Will we stay friends
Oh you paralyze
There are times when I wish
That I was you
Thick skinned- cities you drive me through
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Buffy wound one hand up to the back of Spike’s head and placed the other on his hands that were resting on her stomach. Their bodies swayed in unison, her ass grinding against his rock hard cock.
Around them various coupled looked on jealously at the couple totally lost in each other. They could never hope to grasp their passion and lust. Buffy and Spike could convey it merely in their dancing.

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Better than me - you're a woman
Seven days and my system is free again
We rise - lose it on oblivion
Falling away - sorry for the way
Your child is on fire
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“Spike…” Buffy gasped as Spike’s teeth bit down gently on her bare shoulder to suppress a groan, her hips pushed back and she stroked her ass against him.
Spike wasn’t going to last much longer. “Buffy…god I want you…so much” he whispered huskily in her ear.

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Lick these my ruby lips
Drop your protein pills
Better just to lose yourself
We kiss we kiss we kiss
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Buffy turned around and rested her forehead on his as she captured his lips in a heart searing kiss. Their bodies moving together, their souls screaming out for each other, wanting to touch, to feel, craving deeper intensities that they were already feeling.

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Pretty words could never say
Will you come again
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Buffy wrapped her arms around Spikes upper body, her fingers playing with the short, unkempt strands of blonde hair at the nape of his neck as the music faded into a slow, enchanting one that Buffy recognised. She pulled her lips away from Spike and their movements slowed to a soft sway in time with the music.

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I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am…
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He had never felt so much lust and desire running through his body, but at the same time a feeling of peace and contentment. Spike stared into Buffy’s eyes, losing himself in her soul. He had only met her a day ago, but he felt like he had known her his whole life.

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Taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
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Their foreheads still touching, the tip of his nose gently brushed against hers, before sweeping his lips softly against Buffy’s lips.

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Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am fine
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Buffy took one hand from around Spike’s body and tenderly took his hand that was caressing small patterns on her hip and brought it up to his chest where she entwined her fingers with his and rested their hands over his heart. Buffy took Spike’s face in her free hand and pulled his lips to hers again to meet in a soft, sensual kiss, their eyes falling closed as they drowned in the sensations and passion that coursed through their veins.

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I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
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Buffy moved her body closer to Spike’s, needing to get as close to him as possible. Her body craved his, longed for his skin to be on hers. Their bodies swayed and their tongues danced, both desperate to get lost inside each other.

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I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
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“Stay with me tonight.” Buffy breathed against his lips.
“If I do…” Spike whispered. “…I’ll never be able to leave you again.”
“Don’t ever leave me.” Buffy’s voice was now shaky. “God I can’t believe this…I’ve only known you a day but I know that I’m not going to be able to be without you.” She took in a trembling breath “The way you feel, the way you look at me, your voice, I want to cry at the thought that I might never have them again, but at the same time I want to lose myself in you completely.”
Spike pushed a lose strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He told her, before sealing his promise with a kiss.
“Let’s go” Buffy said softly, before pulling him over to Willow and Xander to tell them they were leaving.

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Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am fine
I am fine, I am… fine
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After letting Willow and Xander know they were leaving, Buffy and Spike grabbed their coats and left the club. They walked out into the cool night air, the music from the club becoming a dull thumping as the door shut behind them. As Spike’s eyes darted to the taxi rank just across from them he felt Buffy step in front of him and grab the front of his shirt and pull him down towards him. She captured his lips in a passionate kiss, tongues stroking, dominating. Spike’s arms wound around her, pulling her flush against his body, his hands caressing any skin he came into contact with.
Buffy walked backwards, pulling Spike with her, then broke off the kiss as quickly as it started before taking his hand and leading him towards one of the available taxi’s.

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They pulled up in front of Buffy’s house and Spike handed over a ten pound note before exiting the taxi and jogging up the path after Buffy who was fishing her keys out of her bag. She felt two strong hands slide around her waist and hot, wet lips affix themselves to her neck as Spike came up behind her. He managed to continue his assault on her neck as they walked up to the front door. Buffy gasped when Spike’s hand ran across her stomach and down into her pants. Her head dropped back onto his shoulder and she took in a sharp breath as his clever finger came into contact with her hot core.
“Spike…” Buffy whispered, her body seemingly having a mind of its own as her hips thrust forwards, his fingers delving into her core as his other hand worked on undoing her pants fully to gain better access.
Buffy suddenly remembered they were still outside as the wind rushed against her face, and she took her key, desperately trying to ignore Spike’s ministrations on her and she inserted the key into the lock, turned and threw the door open.

Buffy unwillingly pulled Spike’s hand away as she turned and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, her pussy aching to be tended to once again. She claimed his lips in a hot kiss as they walked into the darkened house, Spike kicking the door shut behind them.

Spike carried Buffy up the stairs, lips never leaving hers as she mumbled against his lips. “Last room at the end”. Spike made his way down the hall, and his grip with one arm tightened on her body as the other arm pushed the door open. Spike walked over to the bed and Buffy leant back pulling him down on top of her, and they landed softly. Buffy ran her hands down and over to the buttons on his shirt while Spike rid himself of his duster. Buffy then used all her strength to flip them over so that she was atop of him. She gazed down into his eyes with heated passion. As she finished working on the shirt buttons, kissing every part of flesh as it was exposed.
She pulled Spike up so that they were both sitting on the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
“You still need your reward for winning the wager earlier.” She smiled wickedly.
Buffy climbed off Spike’s lap and made her way over to her CD player, swinging her hips as she walked. Spike sat on the edge of her bed as she grabbed a CD from the rack and placed it in, switching through to the number she knew was perfect. A sexy, beaty tune filled the room as Buffy turned back to him and smiled devilishly as she walked slowly towards Spike swaying to the music.

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Do you wanna go dancin?
In a club?
We could have a good time and live it up.
Said if you wanna go dancing you gotta wear a tuxedo
And we could do the tango wherever we go
Said if you wanna do the tango then we're gonna need a ballroom
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Buffy stopped in front of Spike and reached round undoing the zipper at the back of her bodice, slowly letting it drop to the floor and smiled at Spike’s response to her lace clad breasts. Buffy undid the clasp and zipper on her leather pants and slid them down, revealing her black thong to Spike. She pulled the clips out of her hair in one swift motion and it fell around her shoulders.

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So she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom
And then she did it...stripped me half naked
And told me that her body was sacred.
She said I could take it, if I danced with her
But somehow I knew that she was an Indian giver
I said 'what about tomorrow??'
She said 'what about tonight??'
She said 'trust me baby it’ll be alright'
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She flicked her hair over her shoulder and stepped forwards and knelt on the bed, straddling Spike’s lap. She nipped at his neck as she rubbed her dripping core against his errection as she slid down his body, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. When she was kneeling in front of Spike she took the zipper of his jeans in her teeth and pulled it down, using her free hand to undo the button at the top, and in a flash the pulled the jeans off and threw them over her shoulder.

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She walked in wearin’ stiletto boots
First woman, weddin’ then honeymoon,
This girl that I thought I knew so well
Didn’t know her until we hit the hotel
And we're on the dance-floor, by the seashore
She said 'these nights we dance together is what I live for'
I said 'what about before, before these nights??'
She said 'ask me no questions and ill tell you no lies'
I said 'what about tomorrow??'
She said 'what about tonight??
Trust me baby it’ll be alright'
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Buffy stood back up and swayed her hips to the music as she reached up and undid the clasp on the front of her bra tantalisingly slow. She had no idea where her confidence or the moves she was pulling were coming from but whatever was responsible, she hoped it was here to stay. Buffy let the bra fall to the floor and at the sight of her exposed breasts, Spike grew even harder. She prowled forwards and pushed Spike so he was lying on his back as she ran her tongue up the inside of his thigh. When she reached his aching cock, she gave it a brief flick with her tongue which caused Spike to groan and suck in a breath. She had never done anything like this before but it was as if her body was telling her what to do and hell, he seemed to like it the look of pleasure a sure indicator that she was doing the right thing.

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And so we danced and danced and danced and danced and danced
So we danced and danced and danced and danced and danced all night.
12 o' clock the music stopped [music fades out to silence]
She walked away from me and took her shoes off
And she said 'that’s it'
And I knew it,
She said 'we cant dance without music.' [music starts up again]
I said 'we can dance tomorrow'
She said 'we've already danced tonight, trust me baby you’ll be alright'
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.
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As the song faded out she straddled him again.
“D’you like that?” She asked, one eyebrow raised, a sinful smile on her lips.
“What do you think?” Spike whispered as he arched his hips, his hard cock rubbing against her pussy.
Buffy’s breath caught in her throat and Spike flipped them over so he was on top of her as the song changed to a slower, more romantic, yet rock beat.

Spike trailed kisses down her body, stopping at her breasts to worship them with his tongue. When his tongue travelled further down Buffy gasped as it came into contact with her overheated core.

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I've been biding my time
Been so subtly kind
I got to think so selfishly
'Cos you're the face inside of me
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Spike ran his tongue over Buffy’s clit and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Oh god Spike!” She whispered huskily.
He ran his tongue along the edges of her entrance, then inserted a finger and Buffy’s body arched up in response. Spike moved up her body and sucked on her neck as he inserted another finger inside her. His lips came down on her with a bruising force, and Buffy kissed him hard as if trying to gain release from his kisses. Her tongue explored his mouth as he replied with equal vigour, his tongue mimicking the actions of his fingers.

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I've been biding my days
You see evidently it pays
I've been a friend
With unbiased views
Then secretly lust after you
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Their lips never left each others until oxygen became a necessity and they pulled apart only mere millimetres exchanging desperate breaths.
“Please Spike…I want to come with you.” Buffy pleaded.
“What about protection…I didn’t bring…” Spike whispered before Buffy cut him off.
“It’s ok. It’s not that time of the month.” Buffy smiled.
As Spike pulled his fingers out of her and positioned himself at her entrance. Buffy placed a hand on his chest to still him for a moment.
“I…I…I’ve never…” Buffy whispered.
Spike’s hand came up to gently brush the side of her cheek.
“Neither have I.” Spike told her.
Buffy pushed forwards slightly, the head of his cock just inside her opening.
“Are you sure?” Spike asked softly.
“Yes. I’ve never been surer of anything.” She told him quietly.
“This might hurt. The pain won’t last long I promise baby.” Spike assured her as he thrust up quickly to get the pain over with as fast as he could.
Buffy cried out softly in pain, her eyes screwing up tightly as her body willed itself to work past the pain. She had never felt anything like this before, and the pain made tears form in her eyes.

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So now you've gone rusty
You're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly
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Spike gently began to thrust, praying that the pleasure would break through the pain. His prayers were answered as Buffy’s body started to relax, and the pain etched on her features started to dissolve.
Buffy felt him stretching her insides and her body tingled all over as the pain subsided and a warm, blissful feeling started to creep through every fibre in her.
Spike ran his tongue over Buffy’s lips and she parted them and their tongues danced together outside their mouths, tasting, touching, caressing. Every time Spike thrust inside her Buffy clenched her pussy and felt Spike’s stomach muscles clench against the skin of her own stomach.

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Trying hard to think pure
Bloody hard when I'm raw
You talking out so sexually
'bout boys 'n girls and your friggin' dreams
So now you feel lusty
You're hot and confused
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They began to meet each other, thrust for thrust and somewhere beneath Buffy’s stomach, a tight ball began to wind into itself, begging for release. Spikes ran one hand up to Buffy’s left breast and took the nipple in between his finger and thumb and rolled it around. His mouth left hers to attach itself to the seemingly neglected nipple and his tongue paid it equal attention.

“Please Spike, I’m so close… come with me” Buffy begged. Her body arched upwards and her hand flew backwards to grasp at the head board as the ball in her stomach grew intensely tight.
Spike could feel his own release approaching and he sent one hand down to her hot core and rubbed her clit firmly.

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So now you've been busted
You're caught feeling used
You had to do someone else
You should've been by yourself
Instead of here with me
Instead of here with me
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This was all she needed for her orgasm to hit and she pulled Spike’s mouth to hers again and they came together as if perfectly synchronised, swallowing each others cries of pleasure. Buffy felt like fire was coursing through her whole body and it was as though the desire was being dispersed through every cell inside her.

Spike collapsed on top of Buffy, and he moved his body so he wasn’t crushing her. Spike placed soft kisses over Buffy’s face as he pulled out of her and she turned so their bodies were still entwined but they were on their sides facing each other. He pulled the duvet out from underneath them and pulled it over them, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Buffy smiled, at him, her breathing more even now.
“You know…It’s crazy. I’ve known you just over a day…and I think I’m falling in love with you.” She admitted in a whisper.
Spike ran a hand through her hair, playing with it soothingly.
“It’s not crazy…’cos I know I’m falling in love with you.” He smiled.
“Well that’s good then.” Buffy spoke, voice barely above a whisper as sleep washed over her, and Spike followed her into a blissful slumber shortly after.

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Secretly
Secretly
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Buffy peeked out from behind partly opened eyelids and saw that it was morning, judging by the way her room was bathed in bright sunlight, the curtains not being closed to hide the shining rays.
Her eyes started to adjust to the light and she opened them a little more, her gaze falling on the arms wrapped around her upper body. Memories of last night came flooding back into her memory and a smile fell across her lips.

She had never gone all the way with any of her previous boyfriends. The furthest she had gone was some mutual masturbation with her ex Riley Finn. When he tried to force intercourse on her, she had told him she wasn’t ready, and that if he really loved her he would wait. Well, he sure as hell hadn’t waited. She went to his house a couple of days later to talk to him. She wanted to end things with him because she knew in her heart that the feelings she had for him were not love and never could be. That was when she had walked in on him and the slut of the high school, Harmony Kendall mid orgasm. He apologised profusely that ‘Harmony meant nothing to him’, but Buffy would have none of it. She punched him hard in the face and left. No tears were shed, but she took some anger out on her punch bag in the basement for a good few of hours that evening. Riley came in to school the next day sporting a broken nose, and claimed it had happened during Rugby practice.

She turned around gently so as not to wake him and what she saw made her insides feel like warm honey. His hair was all scruffy and the sunlight fell across his face, his perfectly chiselled cheekbones accentuating his features. She pulled one hand out from under the duvet and ran her fingers lightly over his cheek.
He opened his eyes slowly and they fell on the golden beauty before him.
“Hey.” She whispered, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. At the renewed taste of his lips on hers, the passion inside him flared up again, and his tongue delved into his mouth, tasting her again.
Buffy kiss him with equal vigour as Spike’s hand ran up to weave its way into her hair and hold her lips to his.
Their lips parted and Spike breathed into her mouth, “Now that’s a wake up call. Are you OK?”
Buffy smiled and ran her thumb lightly across his bottom lip. “I’m better than OK?”
“When does your mum get home?” Spike asked her.
As if on cue the phone started to ring. Buffy reached over and picked up the phone on her bedside cabinet.
“Hello?” Buffy spoke into the receiver.
“Buffy sweetie it’s me.”
“Hey mum. A bit early to be calling isn’t it?”
“What are you talking about it’s just after ten.”
Buffy looked at the clock and saw it was five past ten.
“Are you still in bed?” Joyce asked.
“No…well yeah, I…didn’t get to sleep till really late.”
Spike decided to have some fun while Buffy was talking to her mother and started to run his hand up her back and around to her bare stomach, his lips leaving wet kisses on her neck. Buffy’s eyes closed in response to his actions and she let out a silent breath.
“Ok, well I was just ringing to tell you I’ll be leaving in a bit.”
Spike’s hand travelled down and over the inside of her thigh, his lips trailing after his hand. He moved in between her legs and looked up at Buffy, a devilish glint in his eyes. She silently mouthed ‘no’ to him, but he smiled and his tongue darted out and flicked against her opening. She sucked in a breath and her body arched up sharply.
“Buffy? Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I just…stubbed my toe.” Buffy covered quickly.
“Ok, how was the cinema last night. Spike came with you didn’t he?”
“Yeah he came.” Buffy smirk at Spike, who flashed her a wicked grin before once again letting his tongue take away all rational thought in her mind.
“So I’ll see you in about an hour?” Buffy said breathlessly.
“Depending on traffic it could be longer, but yeah, probably an hour.”
“OK see you then. Bye mum” She managed to find the end call button on the phone and pressed it as Spike darted his tongue inside her and she cried out in ecstasy.
She couldn’t believe she was about to say this but she did. “Spike…stop…my mum…she’ll be home in an…hour…” the last word was said barely above a whisper.
“Don’t worry love, I won’t be long” he smirked at her before Buffy gave in and he carried her to a blissful high.

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Buffy was rummaging in the fridge for some juices to add to the different breakfast foods she had placed on the counter behind her when she heard Spike coming down the stairs. His hair was still damp from the shower and he was dressed in the same clothes he wore last night. Buffy turned from her search for the juice and faced Spike as he walked over to Buffy and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He kissed her lips softly and Buffy ran her hand up the side of his face.
“So does this mean I can call you my girlfriend?” Spike asked her against her lips.
“Only if I can call you my boyfriend.” Buffy smiled, looking deep into his eyes.
“I think I can cope with that.” Spike whispered before sitting down on the stool behind him and pulling Buffy down on his lap. He reached for the fruit bowl in the middle of the island and picked up a strawberry and took a small bite before placing the dripping fruit against Buffy’s lips. She opened her mouth and bit into the fruit, a small drop of juice slowly ran down her chin. Spike moved his head in towards hers and his tongue darted out and licked the juice. Buffy reached for another strawberry, pulled the stem out and put the fruit in between her teeth. She leaned forwards and Spike closed his mouth around Buffy’s and bit into the strawberry.
Buffy pulled back as a thought entered her mind. She slid off Spike’s lap.
“Where are you going missy?” Spike asked as he tried to grab Buffy and pull her to him again.
“You’ll see.” She said as she walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a jar of chocolate sauce. She grabbed a bowl from the table and poured it in. She took another strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate and fed it to Spike.

After feeding each other numerous chocolate strawberries, Spike took Buffy’s hand gently in his and dipped her index finger in the chocolate. He brought it to his mouth and darted his tongue out, sensually licking the chocolate off slowly. Buffy’s eyes closed as memories of Spike’s earlier actions with his tongue invaded her mind. Buffy pulled her finger from his mouth and pulled Spike towards her, crushing her mouth to his, tasting the chocolate on his tongue. She stepped in between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

A flash of light caught Buffy’s eye and looked out of the window and she saw the sun glinting off of her mother’s car as Joyce pulled up in the driveway. Buffy mumbled against his lips. “My mum’s home.”
Spike stood up, his lips still attached to Buffy’s and walked across the kitchen. Buffy span them around and walked him backwards, though the hall to the back door. Spike’s lips were still worshiping her mouth as Buffy reached around and fumbled with the door handle.
“If your dad asks where you were…say I wasn’t well or something and you stayed to make sure I was alright.” Buffy whispered. “We’ll tell them about us soon.”
“Okay.” Spike spoke breathlessly.
Buffy opened the door and Spike stepped out. “I’ll come round later.” He told her as he kissed her forehead and walked around the side of the house and out of the side gate to his house.

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After Joyce had filled her in on her friend’s new arrival, Buffy excused herself, saying she had a lot of work to do before she started college next week.
In actual fact, she couldn’t care less about the work and reading she should have done. Her thoughts were more preoccupied with the male blonde that had been in her bed not more than an hour ago. She looked outside and saw that it was a beautiful sunny day, and even though the air was cold, the sun made it feel that bit warmer.

All of a sudden something small, black and hard gently hit the window, followed by another of similar traits. She went to the window and saw Spike standing below it next to the tree.
“That is so clichéd, d’you know that?” Buffy smirked down at him.
“It got your attention didn’t it.” Spike smiled up at her.
“Wait there, I’ll be down in a few minutes.” She told him, before leaning back in the house and closing the window. She grabbed a thick coat and scarf from her wardrobe and put on some sturdy trainers and left the room.

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Buffy emerged from the house and walked up to Spike who had his back turned. When he heard Buffy leaving the house he turned and gave her a smile that made her knees weak.
“Are you warm?” She asked.
“I know a way I could be warmer.” Spike grinned at her.
“Funny.” Buffy joked, “Seriously though….”
“Yeah I’m fine why?”
She grabbed his hand and led him down onto the road. “I’m taking you somewhere you’ve not seen before. It’s really beautiful.” Buffy told him.
“Not as beautiful as you though.” Spike whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

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They had been walking for about five minutes when they came to the outskirts of a forest. They stepped over a stile and wandered through the trees. The sunlight was making patterns on the forest floor, the whole area around them surrounded in dappled light and the wind blowing gently through the trees rustled the leaves. Buffy rested her head against Spike’s arm and they wandered slowly through the trees.

The way ahead of them cleared and Buffy led Spike out to the edge of a large, fast flowing river. The water ran clear and wound its way down from a place high in the hills. The sound of the water breaking against the rocks was calming and peaceful.
“I love it here it’s just so quiet.” Buffy sighed as she sat down on a large rock next to the waters edge and Spike joined her.
“I used to come here all the time when mum and dad were arguing. I would climb out of my window and come here just to get away from it all. It was my haven from everything that was going wrong in my life.” Buffy said quietly, staring blankly into the water as if transfixed by something only she could see.

“Well thank you for sharing it with me.” Spike told her softly as he ran a hand through her hair gently. Buffy turned and leaned in towards him, placing a light kiss on his lips her tongue gently caressing his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and Buffy darted her tongue inside softly. Their kisses remained soft and sweet, Spike’s hand playing with Buffy’s hair gently.

“Did your dad ask you where you were last night?” Buffy asked after their kisses ceased for the moment.
“He wasn’t home. He left me a note in the kitchen saying he’d left at nine am to go to pick up the last of the items that got delayed on their way over from America.” He told her.
“That worked out nicely then. When do you reckon we should tell them about us. I’d say give it a week or so.”
“Yeah, a week should be long enough. I don’t think your mum would appreciate the boy whose only just moved in next door having slept with her daughter a couple of days after meeting her.” Spike said.
“I don’t have any regrets about last night.” Buffy told him.
“Neither do I love.” Spike assured her, dropping a kiss on her lips to reassure her.
“Plus, I think waiting a week will be quite fun.” Buffy said a smile playing on her lips.
“Why’s that pet?” Spike asked.
“Well it’ll be like Romeo and Juliet, sneaking around to meet each other in secret.”
“Yeah, but unlike Leo, I don’t plan on killing myself with a vile of poison.” Spike smiled.
“You’ve seen the Leonardo DiCaprio version of Romeo and Juliette?!” Buffy asked with a giggle.
“Yes, we had to watch it when we were…uh…reading it in English last year.” Spike gave her an innocent smile.
“Yeah, ok then!” Buffy said sarcastically.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just can’t imagine a big, tough guy like you watching Romeo and Juliet.” Buffy giggled even more, but Spike silenced her by crushing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

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They were a modern day version of Shakespeare's legendary couple,

From different sides of existence, living and immortal.

Yet against all odds, they cherish the other lovingly,

Meeting secretly without the knowledge of friends or family.

They helped each other through times of great adversity,

Through death and rebirth, through sorrow and mirth.

Their love was unbreakable, they would die for each other,

And take torture and strife so they could protect their lover.

When the time came for he to be her champion,

He sacrificed himself so that she may live on.

Now all they have are memories, for they loved each other so,

Buffy his Juliet, and Spike her Romeo.

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